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To Remember and Forget: The Kaiba Story

"What the hell should I do, Duke?" Rin groaned to the man on the opposite side of the bar.

"You sound like a little lost puppy! Not too often you come in with a problem like this," the bartender chuckled while pouring her another drink.

-Flashback-

Isamu heaved the heavy bags down the stairs, not bothering to even glance at the owner of the mansion as he shoved him. Rin had changed into a pair of jeans but kept her pajama shirt, Kaiba noticed as she sped down the stairs two at a time. Mokuba was by her side in seconds, while Seto was still holding the door open, letting the wind inside and ruffling his hair. What the hell was her partner thinking? She couldn't leave, not at a time like this. They were just attacked! For all they knew there could be more outside waiting!

'Isamu, I think you're blowing this way out of proportion,' Rin hissed as the man was now ascending the stairs to grab more of her things to shove into his waxed police car.

But his reply was that Kaiba would give; a quick huff that clearly said 'too bad.' And don't think she didn't see that glare her partner shot back at Seto as he responded. Kaiba bore his signature smirk at the gesture, still stationary by the door. Mokuba had been all but attached to the policewoman for this entire time, not skipping a beat to his repeated question that was causing a stabbing pain in her chest. Was she really going to leave? And it sure seemed like it from the vision of a black headed man slamming the trunk shut on his black and white vehicle.

'Wait, I need my case files,' Rin stated, turning towards the left hall to make the trek towards Seto's study.

'Then I'll get them. You go to the car,' Isamu ordered, shoving Seto yet again.

The police captain kneeled down to the younger Kaiba and rubbed his already messy head of hair. Kaiba's stare was focused on her as soon as her partner left, letting a smile actually make its way to his lips. The woman kissed Mokuba's forehead and laughed as he made a disgusted noise and cleaned it with his shirt sleeve. The blonde giggled and mused his hair once again before rising back into a standing position. Her little inside voice told her to just leave it at that and listen to her partner… But another part said to tell Kaiba what she really thought. So she took note to that part instead because it sounded a little like closure from those cheesy romance movies that ended the bad way.

'Well you finally got what you wanted, even though I'm sure you would have wanted me gone much sooner than this,' the policewoman hissed angrily because Seto was now avoiding eye contact.

Isamu had just opened the door to his study and Kaiba was counting the seconds he had left. Not much considering that most of Rin's case files had been gathered into semi-neat stacks by her two briefcases. The blonde was nagging at him for something else he hadn't taken much notice to, and wasn't about to waste anymore of this short time paying attention to it.

'Listen, I'll admit that I did want you gone… And that everything was my fault.'

'What the hell are you talking about?'

Only a few more seconds before Isamu would open the doors and take Rin out to the car. And Seto wasn't planning on wasting them by listening to her nag about how she didn't understand. The CEO had only enough time to deliver a short kiss, and then the policewoman's partner opened the large doors and walked briskly towards the two. He hadn't seen it, no there was no way. You would think that Isamu would have noticed his superior standing wide-eyed and speechless in front of Kaiba, but he only shoved the CEO again. Seto made a promise to himself that if he ever did that again he was going to pay for it. Lucky for him Rin was being used as a shield while Isamu tugged her behind. And that was the last time she had seen Seto Kaiba in person since then…

-End Flashback-

"And it's been three days since then?" Bakura, her normal drinking partner, asked as he gently sat his drink back down on the bar.

The only thing she could do was nod with her head buried in her arms. She was at the local bar, again. When the woman wasn't on cases, she spent her time here; making friends with Duke Devlin-bartender and Bakura-fellow regular. Lately she had been busy trying to get a court order to receive Mizu Industry's bank records. That man wasn't pleased when he heard that she was there on behalf of the Kaiba family and Corporation, but Rin didn't let that stop her-it helped her actually. There was nothing better than an angry suspect-a compliant suspect was just too easy. When they where upset about her being there, they usually said anything to make them leave, and sometimes things slip.

"Yes, and now I can't stop thinking about that one tiny kiss," Rin's voice raised in pitch at the word 'tiny' as pinched her fingers together for emphasis.

Maybe she was a little drunk, and maybe not. Even Duke couldn't tell, but Bakura usually could. And he would say that a total of three drinks was her limit for most nights… so far she'd had five.

"Rin, maybe it's just because I'm the dominant one in my relationship, but I think that-HE'S IN FREAKIN' LOVE WITH YOU!" Bakura screamed, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her as he went.

It took a moment for Rin's eyes to focus again, but it didn't really help once she did because the room just kept spinning.

"Rin, I've had several relationships-with men and women-and I'd have to agree with Bakura here… Rin? Rin~?" but it was lights out for her, even with Duke waving a dishcloth in her face.

Great… now Bakura had to carry her home and it was a good thing that he only lived one block away with Ryou. Rin was basically slung over Bakura's shoulder as he trudged up the uneven stairs to her home. The old yellow door was faded and cracked from the summer heat and brutal winters, and the black letter 'B' was hanging lopsided on the door; to the left of where the missing numbers should be. The white haired man jiggled the old door knob, growling at it when it wouldn't open. The light in the home next door flicked on at the sound of Bakura swearing, and the open window let the world hear swears of the neighbor. Marik stumbled out of his own faded blue door rubbing his head. Bakura was too busy trying to shake his policewoman friend awake to hear Marik walk down the concrete stairs and stop just at the bottom of Rin's flight of steps.

"Is she out again?" the neighbor asked, stepping up one step.

"Haven't seen you in a while. Do you know where she keeps her extra key?" Bakura ignored his question but responded with his own.

Rin was drifting in and out of consciousness, hearing on bits and pieces of the conversation. Marik had been her neighbor and friend since she became police chief, and was at times also her drinking partner with Bakura.

"You and Duke are no fun when she's not around," he concluded, shifting a brick that made a stair to reveal an old dusty key resting next to a cobweb.

Rin slung her arms around Bakura's neck as he lifted her from her sitting position against the corroded railing. Her neighbor slammed his body against the door and it flung open, letting them enter her tiny cramped home. A cheap couch took up much of the tiny entryway, but Bakura had no trouble setting her there. Marik shut the door with difficulty, nudging the wood until he heard a soft click. Meanwhile a certain car had driven by, oddly slow, and watched the men carry Rin inside.

"You've got this right? I need to get home before Ryou starts worrying," Bakura asked, rubbing the back of his head and sighing.

"Yeah, yeah. I wonder what happened to her…"

"I listened to her, gave advice, and basically lived it. Why don't you make her tell you when she wakes up," the white haired man replied to Marik before he slammed the door and slung his jacket over his shoulder.

Seto slowed down after he saw Bakura open her front door, he was chuckling and ruffling his hair. 'Maybe she really did think I hated her…'

-Next day-

"Damn," Rin groaned as she strode through the doors into work.

Kiyko greeted her with the usual smile and grin and a group of officers stood by the coffee maker, patiently waiting their turn. The captain brushed through the detectives and uniforms, sighing when she met the wooden door with a large glass window that read 'Captain'. The door shut quietly, and a neat desk greeted her. 'Isamu,' and even though he had made her leave the Kaiba mansion, she thought of him like a brother. The door flung open, clashing against the wall and making Rin cringe. Makoto was panting, grasping his chest with one hand like he had just competed in a hundred mile sprint. If he wasn't one of her best detectives-and she didn't have a headache-she would be screaming at him right now. Instead she dug out some medicine and a water bottle, waiting for Makoto to catch his breath.

"We have….Touketsu Mizu… in custody… Room…2," he panted.

But she only heard half of it because she was out of the room once his name was spoken. Since Rin didn't hear what number the interrogation was she opened number one instead, but found another one of her uniforms speaking with a detective, watching a grungy man from behind the glass. The blonde swore, and stormed out and into the next one, hearing a muffled 'O….Kay…' come from one of the men. She threw open the correct door this time, coming face to face with Isamu, who was waving a folder before her eyes.

"Bank records~" he sang with a grin.

'Yes!' her mind screamed as her slender fingers snatched the manila folder away from him. She hungrily took in the information, using her finger to keep track of any suspicious activity. Two payments so far that where made to an unlisted account-whoever they were, they had already cashed the check. If she wasn't twenty-one she would have been jumping for joy, but she was in her work place and decided that a triumphant 'hah' would suffice. Rin glanced over Isamu's shoulder and into the room with an awaiting suspect. Touketsu Mizu was fatter than she expected, well maybe fat wasn't the word… jolly… yes, jolly would fit better. His face was spotless, and so were all of his chins. His hair was a fake black, leaving the ring of dye at the hair line. The dress shirt he wore had the top two buttons undone, and the black slacks showed dirt of the knees. That was most likely a result from being tackled by the police when he tried to run. Rin strode in with confidence, headache forgotten, and dropped the folder onto the metal table

"Touketsu Mizu, how was your first ride in a police car?" she was being cheeky.

"Why am I here?" he asked, letting his nervousness show by letting his eyes stay in motion, glancing at everything in the room.

"You remember Kaiba Corp. right? Well Kaiba himself is having some trouble with hit men recently…"

"And you think I have something to do with that?"

"If the shoe fits. Your bank records show two payments to an unknown account… would you like to tell me who you sent that… seven hundred dollars to?" she paused to look at the amount, inwardly shocked.

There was no way he could describe what the money went to unless it went to something suspicious. Her partner had shut the door and was leaning against the adjacent wall.

"Simple company transactions," Mizu said smugly.

"Company transactions… what is it that you spent seven hundred dollars on for your company?"

"We have various items that we-"

"Your business has gone in a downward spiral ever since Kaiba Corp. refused that business plan months ago," Isamu interrupted, pushing off of the wall to join his partner.

Rin flipped through papers until she found a photo of him and another man, who was grasping a heavy looking package from Mizu. The blonde pointed at the package,

"What's that?"

"Business plans."

"Really? Then who's that?" Rin asked, shifting her finger to point to the other man.

"A business partner," he stated, leaning back in his metal seat.

"I bet that once we identify this man and send it to the news this man won't be too happy about it," the man's face was so hilarious Rin had to force down a giggle.

"Perfect fit," Isamu was already waltzing towards the door, picture in hand. Mizu all but jumped over the table to stop him, screaming for him to wait.

"He'll kill me if I let that happen!"

"Who would? Who would kill you?" Rin asked, trying to pry the man away from Isamu.

"I can't tell you! Don't you understand that?" Rin's partner threatened, loosing his temper.

"Mizu, we already have you for paying a hit man to kill Seto and his brother. Either tell us or suffer a longer sentence," Insert long silence here.

"Taichi, the first guy I hired was Taichi."

"Who was the other?"

"The second one was Takeshi; he's the one I'm really worried about."

Rin dashed out the door, heading towards her office with Isamu behind her. She stopped just before her hand reached the shiny brass knob to turn to him.

"I want full surveillance around Kaiba Corp. at all times and cameras set up in the mansion," Rin slammed the door and let Isamu handle the rest as her headache returned.

Not only where they still in danger, but Rin wouldn't be there to help them if Takeshi decided to try again.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*

It had been three days since the interview with Mizu, and now it was past eleven with Rin stationed in front of several television screens. Each showed a different room in the CEO's mansion. The police chief decided to stay and watch the boring life of an empty home go by. Mokuba was spending the night at Akina's again, so Seto was alone. It made her wonder if he was like that often, Akina was so busy planning her wedding that she hadn't been able to stop by and see how Kaiba was during the entire situation. And when Rin's friend showed up at his doorstep, she felt her heart drop a little. They seemed to be having a conversation so the policewoman flipped on the sound to that camera.

"Hello Mr. Kaiba, I just stopped by to give you these," Akina beamed, handing the man three envelopes.

"Why three?" he asked.

"Well for Rin of course! She's been staying here right?"

"Actually, she left a few days ago. I guess she had some other business stacking up," Seto stated, keeping his eyes plastered to the ground since her name was said.

"Oh… well I'm sure you'll see her soon. Rin never stays away for long," Akina smiled, saying her goodbye and bouncing down the sidewalk.

Kaiba nodded and shut the door quietly, placing the wedding invitations on the table near the entrance. The blonde watched as he strode into one of his many sitting rooms and sunk into one of his chairs, heaving a sigh. There was something that Rin noticed, though, after a few minutes. At first Rin figured that he was cold from the tremors running through his body, but what was happening really shocked her. Not even a second went by, by the time she flipped the cameras off and dashed out the door forgetting her coat on the chair. Outside the air was cold and the rain pouring down wasn't helping either. The flickering streetlights didn't faze the policewoman as her legs carried her over manholes and cracks in the pavement. She had lost the tie that held her hair in a messy ponytail as she sprinted across the street, ignoring the honking horns from taxis. Had this been happening for the entire week she was gone? She still couldn't believe she had seen that. Rin had been so shocked that tears had started to fall down her own face, but you wouldn't be able to tell from the rain tattering onto her skin. Her legs had gone numb by now from the cold, but nothing could have stopped her now. He needed her and she needed him, well at least that's what she had thought. His mansion was in her sights now, just a few more seconds away. Sounds of her feet slapping the puddles on the concrete couldn't even be heard over the downpour, but her senses had been acute since she saw him open the front door to speak to his secretary. Before Rin realized it, she had shoved the doors open and slammed them behind her, glancing left and right to see if he was in the room. Empty and there weren't any sounds of him running through the halls to see who had burst into his home. The policewoman tried to remember where the man had disappeared to, she had only been in his house for a few days-you try to remember your way around a huge mansion without getting lost. Finally she stopped in the doorway to the dark room and saw his figure slumped on the same chair, causing her stomach to clench.

"Seto?" she asked, reaching for the lamp on the end table.

Light flooded the room, showing Kaiba with his head in his hands. There they where, the red eyes and heavy breathing, keeping the tear stained cheeks company. Rin didn't look any different as she made her way to the man. Her heart was pounding and could probably be heard by the neighbors. Seto didn't move from his chair, still shocked that the woman had come. Rin was kneeling in front of him and grasping his hands with her own.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered trying to choke back the tears threatening to fall again.

He stood, bringing her with him, and embraced her. They each relaxed, showed by their breathing. Seto was the one to pull back, dropping his arms around her waist. Rin smiled and a chuckle escape as she thought of what just happened. And she still didn't quite believe it.

"I hate you," Seto stated before clashing his lips onto hers.

Rin grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling him back so she could look into his eyes.

"I hate you too," she grinned kissing him as forcefully as she could.

He was surprised at first, but smiled into the kiss as they stumbled into the chair behind them.